Thomas Jefferson x Elizabeth Schuyler (idk what the ship name is or if it is even a thing but ok)
Because Alexander was never hers to lose. Even after the betrayal, the turns and the lies, Alexander belonged to many places, more than she could mention, but enough to know who she married.
He belonged to the war, to his work, to Washington's orders, to his writings, to his damned obsession with his legacy, to flattery, to revolution... And when it came to people, she knew how much her sister understood him, she heard the name John Laurens in his dreams on more than one occasion and, recently, Maria Reynolds was not the cause of the ruin of her marriage, she was just another piece in the mountain that Alexander liked to call his legacy.
So she couldn't blame her, not even hate her, because that would mean that she had to hate Alexander in the same way, and no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't succeed.
When Thomas Jefferson knocked on her door, she assumed he was there to remind her husband that he had ruined more than one life. Because she believed that was how he was, after all, the things she heard from that man were the things her husband and sister told her, and none of them were even remotely good enough to keep the door open.
He put his foot in the way, preventing her from leaving him behind. She sighed tiredly, feeling like that might be enough to break her once again.
"He is not at home" he murmured, opening just a little more, keeping his gaze downcast, "can you please go away?"
"There is no one else, please leave."
At first, she thought she had become the object of the man's mockery, and she tried to close the door even harder. When the man shrieked "fuck Hamilton" and then had to clarify "except those with Schuyler blood," with a pained look on his face, she couldn't help but smile.
And she felt bad for having hurt his foot, so she cordially invited him in. And he had the most pleasant afternoon since "that event," in the company of a man who was supposed to be despicable.
And so they became good friends. Eliza taught him to "be less extreme and more sweet", Jefferson taught her to "be tougher if she needed to." Jefferson did not even feed the pain and resentment that Eliza must have felt towards Hamilton, and he hated Alexander, of course, but he didn't want Eliza to know what pure hatred was, so he took it upon himself to hate him for her.
That's it. This is how they fell in love.
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